Monday, April 01, 2013

Poem by Amanda Collins

one gritty grotty Maundy Thursday
the rakehell road warrior shoulders on  through
taking advantage of pretty side streets
never remembering their names, only the shape of their intersections
ready to find beauty in a pair of wings
wringing solutions from insoluble problems
bearing a burden of his own devising
then
for a moment in the blighted sunshine
he basks

 - Amanda Collins